AuthorComms presents: Sonic 06 commentary

The recording studio sat under the mysterious cover of darkness, chairs turned away from the silent recording area. Spiders spun cobwebs in the upper corners of the ceiling, and small piles of dust had formed where feet had long since trod.

That is, it was silent until footsteps and a light tapping came from the hallway leading to the recording studio. The tapping soon developed into a rhythm, which in turn became the beat from In Too Deep by Sum 41. The footsteps and tapping continued until it stopped outside the door to the studio. Then a light jangling was heard as whoever was outside pulled out a set of keys and set them into the lock. All the while, the person whistled the chorus along with Deryck Whibley until the lock finally clicked open.

The door creaked open to reveal a male teenaged human, about 5'9 in height with medium-cut dark blonde hair, wearing a grey hoody partially unzipped to show a light blue t-shirt with an oriental design on it. The pockets on his loose cut pale blue bulged with unknown items, while his blue, white and gold New Balance running shoes tapped the floor as he tried to keep the beat of music. A leather fedora hung from a drawstring around his neck on his back. His face wasn't distinguishable due to the fact he was banging his head to the music blaring out of a set of Sony MDR-XD100 stereo headphones.

The guy waltzed forward until he came next to one of the seats, and with his head keeping in time with Dave Baksh's guitar solo, sat down heavily in it and immediately leaned back, much to the protest of the chair. He slipped his hands behind his head as he waited for the solo to finish, before slipping his hands away to finger the notes and sing along to the final chorus before the song finally ended.

Immediately the head banging stopped and blue-grey eyes opened to focus on his task. He slid his headphones down onto his neck, and stretched out his arms before sitting up rapidly and walking over to the control panel. There, he proceeded to stretch out his arms again before typing furiously on an outstretched keyboard.

Immediately, the room sprang to life. Lights flicked on, computer monitors displayed their start-up screens, dials turned, switches flick on and off and red buttons flashed.

The guy stopped typing, reached across the table, and grabbed a recording microphone.

"HELLOOOOO FANFICTION!" he called into the device, "This is CtC's AuthorRep Jay-C here to tell you that this here story is a special one! Because it's here that you can send in your OC or AuthorRep and we will watch clips of Sonic 06, then give our feedback once they're done! Also, I personally will conduct interviews of said guests, and we can learn a bit more about the massive imagination of CtC."

"SO SEND IN YOUR CHARACTERS!"

Hey guys, sorry for not doing anything for a month. Figured this would make up for it though…